Boldlyhardobject - Untitled

How're you doing there professor? It must be so frustrating, to be locked in chastity by your student all these long weeks and months.

You know I used to think you were some kind of stud; I'd sit in class chewing on my pen and dreaming of you bending me over your desk and fucking me like the slut I am. Then I caught the glimpse of those keys in your desk and realised you were just another horny slave waiting for a woman to take control, like all the boys around school my friends have locked up and serving them.

I wonder, maybe deep down you wanted me to see those keys? For me to sneak back in here during lunch and take them so you'd have no choice but to stay caged, and then for me to spend the next few weeks watching you get increasingly flustered as you tried to teach, waiting for the right moment to pull them out of my cleavage to dangle in plain view from the necklace I keep them on. I still remember the look on your face when you first spotted them, and I don't know if you were more relieved or horrified!

Ooh, there's the bell, gotta get to my next class. See you after school?

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Part 2

Slow strokes

Light touches

Leaving you aching. Wanting for more